XIX - AMERICAN DISEASE

{Verse 1: Yung Skayda}
I’ve got a burning hate for American disease
Stomp it on the head
Ruin all of their beliefs
These stuck up cunts
Want to see the world depressed
Stomp them on their chest
Make them draw their final breath
They all portray the world as dark, cold, grey and old
We can all unite
Then we’ll never be alone
I’m not saying that you have to be a saint
I know I’m not one
Just stay the fuck out of the way

{Hook: Yung Skayda}
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{Verse 2: Yung Skayda}
They can never achieve a single fucking dream
They’ve all given up
They’re all fucking weak
They’re not happy they all live just to survive
They’ve all backed on down
They all fell in line
You won’t find me living like a coward
Proud of their hard work
That gives all the rich their power
I don’t wanna grow to be a product of today
Tucking all our tails
Hide and run away

{Hook: Yung Skayda}
American Disease
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